Paying for the jeans, shirt, and plain as shit underwear, he headed back to the hotel. He let himself inside, finding her on the edge of the bed with her fingers locked together. Handing the bag to her, he took a seat, picking up the remote.
“Get dressed and I’ll drop you off home.”
“Ripper?”
“We’re not talking about shit. Remember, nothing happened?”
She nodded, not saying anything, disappearing into the bathroom. He wasn’t looking at her shapely legs either. Turning back to the television he cursed his f**king weakness.
He needed to f**k a woman, and the sooner he did it the better. Watching some design program on television he waited for Judi to come out. Minutes passed, and she finally came out. Her brown hair was bound on top of her head. When he first saw her, her hair had been short. In the last couple of years she’d grown out the silky curls. He wondered what they would feel like as he ran his fingers through the strands.
Get a woman, f**k her, and stop thinking this shit.
Turning the television off, he got to his feet and headed toward the door. “Are you coming?” He picked up his jacket waiting for her to follow.
Locking the door, he took the key back to the main reception. Judi was waiting beside his bike.
He climbed on waiting for her to straddle the back of his bike. Feeling her arms surround him had his c**k jerking in response. He was not f**king doing this. Gunning his machine, he headed toward the street ready to drop her off.
Breaking the speed limit, he got to her street. She climbed off, handing him back the helmet. He took it without meeting her eyes. There was no way he was going to let this shit happen to him. Judi was the club princess. She was off limits to the likes of him.
Ripper watched Judi walk up to the house she shared with Devil and Lexie. He made sure she was inside before he turned back heading toward the clubhouse.
Entering the clubhouse he saw the mess straight away. Devil was going to f**king lose it. Going to the bar, he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and then grabbed one of the first women he came across. She had black hair, pale skin, and was more than willing to f**k anything.
“Hey, Ripper. I missed you,” she said.
“What’s your name again?” he asked.
“Ashley.” She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. He picked her up, carrying her toward the room he kept inside the clubhouse. They all had their own space, and no one invaded others’ rooms. He kicked the door closed, dropping Ashley to the bed. Taking a long gulp from the whiskey bottle, he watched her unbutton his jeans. She took out his cock, which wasn’t even hard.
She took him into his mouth, and he moaned, sinking his fingers in her dark hair. Ashley had been hanging around the club for the past year. Most of the men, apart from Vincent and Devil, had f**ked her. She loved c**k and couldn’t get enough of all of them. He imagined she also loved the lifestyle of not having to work providing she gave them pu**y whenever they demanded. He didn’t have a problem with taking her pu**y when the need demanded.
Waking up beside Judi with a hard-on wasn’t an experience he wanted to repeat. The one woman he didn’t want to be having a hard-on for was Judi. She meant too much to the club to risk losing his life over. Ashley moaned pulling his mind away from the other woman he’d spent the night with.
Being with Judi would f**k him up. Devil would never allow him to live. She had the club protection, which meant she was untouchable. Feeling sick to his stomach, he sank his fingers into Ashley’s hair, forcing her to take more of his dick.
“Fuck, suck it good.”
When she got him nice and hard, he grabbed a condom, quickly protected himself and slammed deep into her hot little pu**y. They both moaned, and her pu**y worked his dick like they were born to be together. Staying still within her, he took another long swill of whiskey.
“Who are you trying to forget?” Ashley asked.
He slapped her ass, shutting her up. Putting the bottle on the floor, he gripped her h*ps and plunged into her pu**y, pounding away inside her. She didn’t complain once about the depth or thickness of his dick. Ripper wouldn’t have stopped. He needed to orgasm or he wasn’t going to be able to get over what happened this morning.
Closing his eyes, he f**ked Ashley hard, using her to find his own release. She was already taking care of her own orgasm, stroking her cl*t until she went over the edge. He dropped her hips, leaving her to fall to the bed. Removing the condom and throwing it in the trash, he grabbed her head and got her to lick his c**k clean of his cum. Ripper watched her tongue licking up every white droplet of his cream.
“That’s it, baby. Take it all.” He started to get hard once again watching her lick him. “Do you want a load in your throat?” he asked, knowing he wasn’t going to stop until he came again.
Ashley spent the next twenty minutes sucking on his c**k until he came, giving her a wad of his cum. He watched her swallow him down. Only when he was satisfied did he let her go.
“Fuck me, Ripper. You’re a f**king dirty bastard. You really do love f**king, don’t you?” she asked, wiping a hand across her forehead.
Taking a long gulp of whiskey he tried not to think of the guilt at what he’d just done. An image of Judi’s sleeping face entered his mind, and the guilt made him feel like throwing up at what he’d just done.
“Get out,” he said, swigging down more whiskey.
He saw the spark of hurt in her eyes but didn’t care. When his door closed, he collapsed to the bed feeling the exhaustion of everything he’d done. Minutes later Curse appeared, leaning against the doorframe with arms folded.
“What?” Ripper asked.
“You come in from being out all night, f**k Ashley, and upset her. I hate to say this, but she’s one of the good ones, Ripper.” Curse rarely spoke up for any woman let alone a club sweet-butt.
“What the f**k do you want?”
“I need breakfast, and you need to apologize to Ashley. She did nothing wrong last night.”
Staring at his ceiling, Ripper pictured Judi.
“I’m not hungry.”
“Get f**king hungry. I helped you out last night. You owe me, and it’s going to take too f**king long for me to allow you to live it down.” Curse hadn’t moved from the doorway, but his disapproval was felt deep into the room.
“She’s a club whore. Ashley means nothing.”
Glancing at Curse, he knew it was the wrong thing to say. “There are many men downstairs who would disagree. She’s a nice woman and wouldn’t hurt this club for anything. Ashley is not jealous of anyone, and she has a good friendship with Lexie and with Phoebe. She doesn’t go near the men who are taken and respects everyone.”